After breakfast that day, Professor McGonagall intercepted Dumbledore by the dining table.

"Professor Dumbledore, this will create chaos! No professor has ever had the right to review other teachers!"

Professor McGonagall's breathing was rapid, and her eyes shone brightly. "I acknowledge that standardizing professional titles is necessary, but don't you think the rights you and the Ministry of Magic have granted to Madam Umbridge are too extensive? Isn't this a bit too hasty?"

"I know, this approach is indeed somewhat impetuous," Dumbledore said.

He glanced around at the young witches and wizards leaving the Great Hall, watching as Aileenah disappeared into the crowded throng.

Compared to her classmates who were gradually developing, the past year had left no mark on the girl. Still only one meter and twenty centimeters tall, Aileenah quickly became the shortest in the entire grade after entering her second year.

According to Nicolas Flamel's estimations, this Veela mix-blood's growth period was roughly three times that of a normal human wizard.

Even without using any magical potions to extend her lifespan, Aileenah could easily live for centuries. She had ample time to gradually realize her ideals, even if it was through the most foolish methods. Over the course of centuries, it would coalesce into an unstoppable, vast torrent—but he and Grindelwald didn't have that much time.

On the other hand, the non-magical world wouldn't give the magical world much time either.

In half a century at the earliest, or a century at the latest, this generation of wizards would inevitably face the day of complete exposure.

"Minerva, I trust every professor in this school, just as I trust you."

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, then said in a deeply serious tone.

"Professor Umbridge's rights are limited to review. She is more about recording than interfering with classes. Hogwarts has cultivated tens of thousands of outstanding wizards over the decades, which shows that our curriculum is generally reliable—but with the changing times, some of the course content is obviously lagging behind. Identifying these areas and improving them is the purpose of the Ministry of Magic sending a 'High Inquisitor' to Hogwarts. But, of course…"

Dumbledore paused for half a second, winking playfully.

"As the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, if you have any dissatisfaction or any opinions, you can directly state them to Professor Umbridge—you haven't exercised this right within Hogwarts yet, have you?"

"The Deputy Headmistress's… rights? But Professor Dumbledore…"

Professor McGonagall frowned in confusion. In her memory, Hogwarts hadn't specified these things.

Compared to normal professors, the positions of Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress were more often reflected in their roles as figureheads at opening feasts, welcome receptions, and external receptions. As for special rights, there didn't seem to be any corresponding introduction.

"Oh, Headmasters and Deputy Headmistresses can compile and revise school rules, Minerva."

Professor Dumbledore's face bloomed with a meaningful smile, and he said softly.

"In fact, I have already communicated with the school board and the Ministry of Magic some time ago. In view of the upcoming new curriculum reform, the school rules must be adjusted accordingly. As the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, this is your basic right… and responsibility."

"Revising school rules…"

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow, revealing a smile as if she had thought of something pleasant.

"What is it?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Oh, I just suddenly thought of something happy," Professor McGonagall said cheerfully. "In the past year, students have exploited too many loopholes in the school rules and regulations. If they can be compiled and revised at any time, it will naturally be much more convenient."

Compared to the course content, in Professor McGonagall's view, Hogwarts' school rules were what needed to be improved as soon as possible.

Since last year, there had been too many "outlaws" dancing on the edge of the school rules in Hogwarts. Even professors found it difficult to maintain a peaceful state of mind when facing those "clever" students who exploited loopholes in the school rules—and the most headache-inducing thing was that these problematic students were spreading like a virus, at a visible rate, throughout the castle.

For example, students who threatened the Sorting Hat, students who bombed fish in the Black Lake, students who directed group brawls, students who raided the kitchen… There were too many problematic students like this, and she had long wanted to rectify them properly.

"Uh, what I meant to say was…"

Dumbledore looked at the bright smile on Professor McGonagall's face, and his heart suddenly tightened.

"In Hogwarts Castle, school rules can not only restrain students, but also apply to the school's faculty—if you think there is something inappropriate in Professor Umbridge's review process, you can even directly…"

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore, I will maintain the tranquility and peace of Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall said quickly, her eyes flashing with eagerness.

"I have to go to class first. If the students have arrived but find that the teaching professor hasn't, that would be terrible. Besides, there's still the 'High Inquisitor's' evaluation and review, and I don't want to give that lady any excuse…"

Professor McGonagall said, turning around quickly and walking towards the other side of the Great Hall.

Today was Friday, and tomorrow was the Quidditch match. She had plenty of time to think about the details of the school rule revisions.

As for the "High Inquisitor," Madam Umbridge, she wouldn't appear in Transfiguration class for the time being. If she really wanted to find fault, she would definitely choose courses that were more varied, accounted for a larger proportion in future professional title planning requirements, and had younger teaching professors, compared to the ancient and traditional Transfiguration and Charms.

Therefore, before that, Minerva McGonagall preferred to focus her energy elsewhere first.

"Miss Kaslana has been surprisingly well-behaved recently. If only it had been like this last year!"

Professor McGonagall sighed softly, her gaze sweeping across the classroom.

It was currently Transfiguration class for the second-year A class, but the white-haired loli who was the "class monitor" did not appear in class with the other students. However, this wasn't considered truancy; it was a course exemption that had been specially approved by her and Dumbledore.

Unlike other students, Aileenah's Transfiguration was closer to ancient alchemy.

Before fully mastering this ability, rashly attempting to use modern Transfiguration techniques would be extremely dangerous for both Aileenah and the other students in the classroom—to explain this, Nicolas Flamel specially demonstrated "annihilation" and "reconstruction" alchemical transfigurations for Professor McGonagall.

Therefore, Aileenah's Transfiguration course learning was adjusted to take place every Saturday evening.

As one of the few registered Animagi in the current magical world, Professor McGonagall would teach this Veela bloodline-activated hybrid little one how to control her powers on a one-on-one basis. The first lesson of the semester would be after the Quidditch match on Saturday.

In a sense, this was actually closer to the way wild Veelas mastered their abilities.

They mostly had to learn how to transform first before gradually acquiring other magical abilities.

Of course, course exemptions didn't mean that Aileenah could leisurely play in the dormitory. All of Aileenah's second-year Transfiguration courses had been replaced with another high-grade elective course—or perhaps, it wasn't even accurate to describe it as high-grade.

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Approximately a few minutes earlier, Hogwarts corridor.

“…Young Miss, this way; that's the Charms classroom over there.”

Bill Weasley took half a step forward, aptly blocking the wrong direction, saying cautiously.

“How about I lead the way for class later? I'll slow down appropriately, and you can just follow behind…”

“Do you think I don't know the way?”

Aileenah raised an eyebrow, saying with some dissatisfaction.

“Also, don't use honorifics with me; just call me Aileenah. There are too many ‘monitors’ at Hogwarts: ghosts, portraits, suits of armor, house-elves… If you don't develop the habit of staying alert at all times, it'll cause big trouble sooner or later.”

As a Foundation O5-level designated [Miss Fool], she naturally wouldn't let Bill, this reliable worker, off the hook.

As for getting lost or being directionally challenged, that simply wasn't a big deal.

Besides her, there was at least another one and a half top wizards in this world who were directionally challenged.

Moreover, Muggle Studies wasn't a strong subject. Even if she was more than halfway late to class, Professor Quirinus Quirrell wouldn't dare deduct her points—he was an extremely rare lucky individual who had been trained by three Dark Lords.

“Uh, okay, Ai-, Aileenah? I think we should turn left now.”

Bill Weasley scratched his cheek with a wry smile, saying tentatively.

Ever since this Witch Princess was assigned to his class, guiding Aileenah to class on time had become Bill's fixed weekly task. As a former senior curse-breaker at Gringotts, he could be said to be one of the people in the entire school who knew Aileenah best.

Or rather, the one who knew the Goblin Queen of Gringotts best.

This was a ruthless character who had executed hundreds of rebellious goblins without changing her expression, slaughtering half of the Elders Council.

Compared to the innocent appearance she displayed at school, the deepest impression in Bill Weasley's mind was still the execution that took place directly before his eyes several months ago, when he was still in Egypt responsible for breaking curses at the pyramids—although Aileenah Kaslana hadn't been present at the scene at the time, the coldness in the Queen's decree was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Goblins weren't weak, greedy, humble merchants.

These bloodthirsty magical creatures would only submit to those who were stronger and more cunning. If Aileenah had the slightest flaw or weakness in the goblins' minds, they would definitely swarm to tear her flesh apart, rather than worship her as their Queen.

“You seem very afraid of me? Weasley… Do you think I'm a bad person?”

Aileenah turned around, sensing something, and glanced at the Foundation B-level member behind her.

“Don't worry, I'm not petty enough to silence everyone who finds out I'm directionally challenged. Besides, I don't think anyone would go around proclaiming someone else's occasional embarrassment. Okay, okay, from now on, you lead the way when we go to find classrooms for class…”

Actually, as far as she was concerned, she quite admired this handsome Weasley older brother.

If the future worldline didn't change, he might even have the opportunity to marry a quarter-blood Veela. In a sense, Bill was pretty much the most outstanding and luckiest child in the Weasley family of this generation.

As for Ron? Anyway, with Hermione's assertive personality, Aileenah didn't think these two would have a happy married life in the original works.

Due to being delayed on the road for a while, class had already started when the two arrived at the classroom.

Of course, compared to before, this time the lateness was almost negligible.

Aileenah stopped outside the Muggle Studies classroom, pushed open the door, and sneaked inside.

Ever since she was late the first time, Professor Quirrell had changed the layout of this classroom. The Muggle Studies lectern had been moved to the other end of the classroom, and the entrance had naturally become the last row of seats.

Any student sitting in the last row would be called to the front by Professor Quirrell before class.

One had to admit that the competition to serve the Dark Lord was relatively fierce at Hogwarts.

“Come in quickly, Weasley. Arriving before class ends doesn't count as being late, be low-key—”

However, unlike usual, the last row wasn't empty this time.

In the shadows of the last row of the classroom, there was currently a pink, giant toad sitting.

Along with the slight sound of the door opening, the pink, giant toad slowly turned its head, its slightly protruding eyes landing on Bill Weasley, who was stunned at the door. The arc of its mouth gradually widened, as if it was about to stick out its tongue to catch a fly.

“U-, Umbridge Professor? What a coincidence; I didn't expect to run into you here.”

Aileenah was stunned for half a second, then quickly regained her composure, skillfully sat in her seat, and began to listen to the lecture.

Bill Weasley also quickly reacted, quietly closing the door, pretending that nothing had happened, and sat next to Aileenah as usual, opening his backpack, taking out his textbook and paper, and putting them in place one by one.

In fact, apart from his awe of the “Goblin Queen,” Bill often treated Aileenah like a younger sister.

In terms of being mischievous and having a careless personality, Aileenah and Ginny Weasley had many similarities.

The only difference might be that, compared to little Ginny, who still needed his protection for the time being, the reason why Professor Dumbledore repeatedly instructed him to follow up with Aileenah was mainly because he hoped that he could find a way to solve the problem before the [Miss Fool] erupted, and to save the "unseeing villains" or Hogwarts' historically long-standing castle as much as possible from Aileenah's hands.

And now, undoubtedly, was such a moment of crisis.

“Hmph, ahem!”

Just as Professor Quirrell was seriously explaining how Muggles traveled long distances without magic, Professor Umbridge's affected cough suddenly rang out in the classroom, attracting the attention of all the students.

“Sorry, Professor Quirrell, just a slight interruption.”

Umbridge said with a sweet smile, briefly sketching a few strokes on her notepad with her stubby fingers.

“I noticed that, just a few seconds ago, two students had just entered the classroom… The lateness, roughly, uh, should be ten minutes. I think I should remind you—but I'm not sure how Hogwarts generally maintains classroom discipline.”

Obviously, a certain "High Inquisitor" had finally found a prey to target.

Aileenah Kaslana, this student with privileges, and… the Muggle Studies class that disgusted her the most.

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Hooray!